THE TALE OF SOLOMON OWL

All the folks down in Pleasant Valley know Solomon Owl. Well, It's
this way. If you hear Solomon Owl on a dark night when his "Wha-Wha!
Whoo-ah!" sends a chill 'way up your spine, and if you see him you can
never forget him, either. He has great, big, staring eyes that make
you feel queer when you look at his pale face. No, sir, little folks
like Mr. Frog, the tailor, certainly don't like to have any visits
from Solomon Owl when Solomon has a fine appetite. To be sure, Farmer
Green isn't happy when Solomon steals some of his fine chickens, and
neither are the chickens for that matter. But Solomon doesn't have all
the fun on some one else. Oh no! Reddy Woodpecker knows how to tease
him by tapping with his bill on Solomon's wooden house in the daytime,
when every owl likes to sleep and dream of all the nice frogs and fat
chickens they are going to feast on the next night, and then, out
comes Solomon all blinking with his big, black eyes. But this wise
owl, who really isn't as wise as he looks, you know, finds a good way
to fool Reddy and the rest of the folks who like to annoy him, and
lives his own happy life.